It is weird that in few things, I am so curious that I can go every length breadth height to find the answer, and in few other, I just don’t care. And what is more surprising Is that the ones that make me curious are trivial pieces of information most of the times and the one which I am indifferent to, are more on 'defining-me' types. Like God, like rebirth, like instincts... I can never decide on them.
I call myself agnostic because I cannot decide if I am a believer or not. It does not matter to me much so I do not burn my brains. Yes it never bothers me. It is true that I have never had any religious inclination, in terms of praying, worshipping or anything. But I have, in grimmest times, gone out under the sky, looked up and said that if by any chance you exist, why is so and so happening. I have talked. More like talking to me. Though I am not denying that this too can be considered a form of praying. This is how my prayers are...
My second type of prayer is when at home I am faced with instances where it is customary or habitual. I can count such instances on fingertips- Diwali and all the times I am headed out of home for longer duration-college, job, abroad etc. These are different occasions because I find myself physically standing in front of an idol folding hands and thinking-ok I have to pray. Then my prayers mostly sound like this. “Since I am not sure about you, I assume that you’d know what I want if you exist so let that be. Hehe. Amen.
Then there is confusion of second level- Instincts. This one I am just confused, do not deny at all. Instincts happen to all of us. I presume this is what their fate is as we grow up-Initially instincts are pure waves of brain that give us sense of things. Then we grow up and corrupt everything pure and natural. We mix and contaminate instincts with wishes and desires so much that it is hard to tell which is what. So now only simile, pardon me for this, I can draw for instincts is that of a female orgasm. You are mostly unsure if you have it or not, but you hold on to the thought and belief anyway-still confused. But when you really have it- you’d know-without a doubt. Until then keep on getting confused if it is real or grimy. Test is, you’d know when it’s real. So simple, but this knowledge never helps.
And finally, there comes Daddy of it all. Rebirth
I have given least thought to this one because I know if I do, I will fall to the trap. As much I think or read about it, I can’t help and see some logic to it. It is absolutely illogical but so many things that happen are inexplicable. It must boil down to something that cannot be reasoned...Not ruling out the fact that Science has not discovered iota of what universe has to offer. I don’t understand all the sciences behind aura, proxemics, reiki and brain mapping. There must be something concrete behind it. Ouch I know I am reaching the soul part of us.
“Our bodies are nothing but the clothes that soul changes and goes from one birth to another”
said my moral education books at DAV. And many other half baked translations of Geeta. It is fascinating. As much as my school education took me to vedic knowledge, I could at least gauge enough to know how all is written in most scientific way, deducing one thing from other and making a map that leads to a well though of conclusion.
“What we do is energy. What we say is energy. It is neither created nor destroyed. It can only change from one form to another. Hence the deeds come back to you.” It is not undebatable but it has some science to it. Like I always admired the logic of mosquito stinging dinosaurs and stuck in honey forever to preserve the DNA.
Debatable but logical.
I call myself agnostic because I cannot decide if I am a believer or not. It does not matter to me much so I do not burn my brains. Yes it never bothers me. It is true that I have never had any religious inclination, in terms of praying, worshipping or anything. But I have, in grimmest times, gone out under the sky, looked up and said that if by any chance you exist, why is so and so happening. I have talked. More like talking to me. Though I am not denying that this too can be considered a form of praying. This is how my prayers are...
My second type of prayer is when at home I am faced with instances where it is customary or habitual. I can count such instances on fingertips- Diwali and all the times I am headed out of home for longer duration-college, job, abroad etc. These are different occasions because I find myself physically standing in front of an idol folding hands and thinking-ok I have to pray. Then my prayers mostly sound like this. “Since I am not sure about you, I assume that you’d know what I want if you exist so let that be. Hehe. Amen.
Then there is confusion of second level- Instincts. This one I am just confused, do not deny at all. Instincts happen to all of us. I presume this is what their fate is as we grow up-Initially instincts are pure waves of brain that give us sense of things. Then we grow up and corrupt everything pure and natural. We mix and contaminate instincts with wishes and desires so much that it is hard to tell which is what. So now only simile, pardon me for this, I can draw for instincts is that of a female orgasm. You are mostly unsure if you have it or not, but you hold on to the thought and belief anyway-still confused. But when you really have it- you’d know-without a doubt. Until then keep on getting confused if it is real or grimy. Test is, you’d know when it’s real. So simple, but this knowledge never helps.
And finally, there comes Daddy of it all. Rebirth
I have given least thought to this one because I know if I do, I will fall to the trap. As much I think or read about it, I can’t help and see some logic to it. It is absolutely illogical but so many things that happen are inexplicable. It must boil down to something that cannot be reasoned...Not ruling out the fact that Science has not discovered iota of what universe has to offer. I don’t understand all the sciences behind aura, proxemics, reiki and brain mapping. There must be something concrete behind it. Ouch I know I am reaching the soul part of us.
“Our bodies are nothing but the clothes that soul changes and goes from one birth to another”
said my moral education books at DAV. And many other half baked translations of Geeta. It is fascinating. As much as my school education took me to vedic knowledge, I could at least gauge enough to know how all is written in most scientific way, deducing one thing from other and making a map that leads to a well though of conclusion.
“What we do is energy. What we say is energy. It is neither created nor destroyed. It can only change from one form to another. Hence the deeds come back to you.” It is not undebatable but it has some science to it. Like I always admired the logic of mosquito stinging dinosaurs and stuck in honey forever to preserve the DNA.
Debatable but logical.
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